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The police officer was still baffled about why Bruno died out of the blue. At that time, the doctor had roughly finished his inspection. He walked over, so the police officer immediately asked him about the reason for Bruno's death. Dr. Gabin shook his head and elaborated, "All Mr. Chavez's vitals were normal. I can confirm that his death has no direct link to the gun wounds. It might be because of his illness, which showed effects this morning. This is the only conjecture at the moment. I can't identify other reasons, but this conjecture is very unlikely. I can't figure out what illness can take effect so quickly. What's more, he didn't even manage to make a sound…"

When Tiger saw him, another mouthful of blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth before he passed out. It was clear that he had already reached his limit holding on until now. On the other side, Bruce had long since closed his eyes tightly. He was an ordinary person and was already in his seventies. It was a miracle that he did not die from Joshua’s attack. Andrius checked on Bruce’s injuries. He was fine. The other party should have been planning on torturing him and deliberately left a wisp of qi in his body. As long as that qi was not removed, even if the body’s injuries healed, the qi would destroy the internal organs and make him feel pain that was worse than death.

You killed him! Mr. Bruce's face is sullen after hearing Ryder's confession. Indeed, the young man didn't in any way look for their trouble, they did! And it was through this unfilial grandson of his. As he is about to dwell in sorrow about the cause of Jordan's death, something unexpectedly dawns on him. Lucien had said earlier and a few minutes ago that he didn't kill Jordan! He has said it several times! How then did Jordan die? Of course, if Lucien wanted him dead, he won't have sent him away with the message for Brooks.

How could he die so peacefully after ruining many lives? I was busy cursing my fate when the door opened again and Mr. Lee walked inside. He looked tired and grim. “Mr. Lee, please take a seat first and have some water.” I offered him a glass of water as he looked drained out. “Thank you, Mr. Pierce.” He thanked me after gulping down the water in a go and took a deep breath while I waited for him to speak, “Mr. Pierce, your doubt was right, Harris Jones didn’t die of a cardiac arrest or any other health issue. He was suffocated to death.” He said and I palmed my head. The other person is a step ahead of me.

I don't feel things anymore. I haven't been killed yet, I dont think i ever will. I've gotten into useless fights in which I've never had to try. "Bruce Lee" and I got along pretty well, and since he was respected in here, so was I . We were somehow similar in the way we worked.